Writing it out, one blog at a time.

Happy Birthday Mom

Growing up, my mom was the one constant in my life. She loved me unconditionally, made sure I was always taken care of, and was my best friend. My mother worked hard, and from her I learned the value of always pursuing my dreams and goals. She graduated from college with her masters degree when I was 14. She recently graduated with her PhD.

When I was 18, life took my mom and I in different directions. I stayed in our hometown, and she took a job over 1,500 miles away. We would talk on the phone everyday, but that slowly faded to once a week……then once a month. My life began to change, and I began to grow on my own. I graduated college, had children, and became consumed with the busyness of life.

She now lives only 5 hours away from me, and we are slowly becoming close, like we once were. I am thankful for this chance to be close to my mom again.

I called her this morning to tell her happy birthday. She said she was celebrating the last year of her 50’s. Man, I haven’t actually ever stopped to think that, as I get older with each year, so do my parents. I am blessed to still have them both in my life. I am thankful for each day I get to talk with them.

I am the "little armored one", moving gently through life. Hoping to safeguard my sensitivities with layers of words and the expression of thought. Shielding my mirror neurons at times, or tasting music and spinning till I'm dizzy. Every moment here is a gift.